Dreams of note: trapped or some such in a supermarket where I had to try to keep track of my cats while the store’s cat population was increasing exponentially; witnessing if not causing the crash of a van which swerved out of the road into a parked tanker truck, crushing the front and liquefying the parents of the children seated in back; and being part of a performance in which I had to be catheterized, which turned out to be a scam, requiring me to figure out how to decatheterize myself.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.